Who Moved My Singapore Cheese

Tired but I ain't sleeping
Thinking about some sad affair
And why i should be leaving cos some of these thoughts
Only seem to take me outta here
These habits are so hard to break and they're so easy to make
These habits are so hard to break and they're so easy to make

Thinking about tomorrow tired form all the time I spare
On what I still believe in
When none of my talk ever seems to get me anywhere
These habits are so hard to break and they're so easy to make
These habits are so hard to break and they're so easy to make

So long bye my friend so long
So long will it ever happen again
You know that I've been waiting for you
I've been creating for you so long
You know the light ain't fading form you
Nothing could save me form you, so long

Tired but I ain't dreaming falling into solid air
And why I must be leaving or one of these days
I'm gonna pull out all my hair
These habits are so hard to break and they're so easy to make
These habits are so hard to break and they're so easy to make
So long, bye my friend so long so long will it ever happen again
You know that I've been waiting for you
I've been creating for you so long
You know the light ain't fading from you
Nothing could save me form you so long 

I may know the word 
but not say it 
I may know the truth 
but not face it 
I may hear a sound 
a whisper sacred and profound 
but turn my head 
indifferent 

I may know the word 
but not say it 
I may love the fruit 
but not taste it 
I may know the way 
to comfort and to soothe 
a worried face 
but fold my hands 
indifferent 

If I'm on my knees 
I'm begging now 
if I'm on my knees 
groping in the dark 
I'd be praying for deliverance 
from the night into day 

but it's all grey here 
it's all grey to me 

I may know the word 
but not say it 
this may be the time 
but I might waste it 
this may be the hour 
something move me 
someone prove me wrong 
before the night comes 
with indifference 

if I'm on my knees 
I'm begging now 
if I'm on my knees 
groping in the dark 
I'd be praying for deliverance 
from the night into the day 

but it's all grey here 
but it's all grey to me 

I recognize the walls inside me 
I recognize them all 
I've paced between them 
chasing demons down 
until they fall 
in fitful sleep 
enough to keep their strength 
enough to crawl 
into my head 
with tangled threads 
they riddle me to solve 

again and again and again 

In our endeavor 
We are never seeing eye to eye 
No guts to surface 
So forever may we wave goodbye 
And you're always telling me
That it's my turn to move 
When I wonder what could make the needle jump the groove 
I won't fall for the oldest trick in the book 
So don't sit there and think 
You're off of the hook 
By saying there is no use changing 
Cause that's just what you are 
That's just what you are 
Acting steady 
Always ready to defend your fears 
What's the matter with the truth 
Did I offend your ears 
By suggesting that a change might be a thing to try 
It would kill you just to try and be a nicer guy 
Its not like you would lose 
Some critical piece 
If somehow you moved point A to point B 
Maintaining there is no point changing 
Cause that's just what you are 
That's just what you are 
Now I could talk to you till I'm blue in the face 
But we'd still would arrive the very same place 
With you running around 
And me out of the race
So maybe you're right 
Nobody can take 
Something older then time 
And hope you could make it better 
That would be a mistake 
So take it just so far 
Cause that's just what you are 
That's just what you are 
That's just what you are 
Acting steady 
Always ready to defend your fears 
(That's just what you are) 
What's the matter with the truth 
Did I offend your ears 
(That's just what you are) 
Sleepwalking man, it's a danger to wake you 
(That's just what you are) 
Even when it is apparent where your actions will take you 
(That's just what you are) 
And that's just what you are 
And that's just what you are 
That's just what you are

A Sarawak artiste making it on US soil..

I came across this French artist on another blog and this song is absolutely spellbinding~ and then I realized, this is Nicolas Sarkozy's wife! No wonder he says it is more important for the French nation's progress to be measured in happiness and not dollars! =)

Sometimes when I hear this song I can feel a bit of much needed peace in my mind. 80s music has that kind of effect eh

These Streets:
Cross the border,
Into the big bad world
where it takes you 'bout an hour
just to cross the road
just to stumble across another poor old soul from
The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness
Eye fight with my brain to believe my eyes
and it's harder than you think
to believe this sadness
that creeps up my spine
and haunts me through the night
and life is good and the girls are gorgeuos
suddenly the air smells much greener now
and I'm wondering 'round
with a half pack of cigarettes
searching for the change that I've lost somehow

To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Curtises that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now

Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do

Covered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the vows no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now

Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do

Who oo am I, what and why
Cos all I have left is my memories of yesterday
Ohh these sour times

Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do

After time the bitter taste
Of innocence decent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide ....

Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do

Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you
Nobody loves.. me
Its true
Not, like, you.. do

These days it seems everyone's doing a cover of everyone's songs. Paramore did an amazing job with this one but check out the original below Paramore's...

Here's PARAMORE's acoustic cover...

The singer/songwriter covers the John Waite classic on Park City Television during the Sundance Film Festival.



...and here's the original